Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Niagra,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.